The real ones hide it. I used to think so too, until I was way beyond the point of no return and no one saw (or gave a flying fuck).

:~:

Some people are hazy to me. I have little memory of these people, even after having seen them for a few times. Its as though my mental image of them is clouded by something in their personality that...seems to add shades of grey.

Maybe it is because they are less revelatory. Because they give less of their personal lives to their day to day interaction. Or possibly they are just constantly in flux.

I remember Major Rutherford being like this. To this day I still have a hard time calling his image to mind. It is blocked by others, ones that are far more accessible. Yet I still remember the faded black gi and blue shirt he used to wear to every class.

Ms. Malone is not like this at all. She is incredibly clear cut in my head. I envision her perfectly, every detail intact. She is like shards of sharp glass.

:~:

Some events by their very nature stir up god/dess archetypes.

It can almost be like a freak show: all of these energies have come out to play, to interact with one another, to clash and shake things up. Weddings, for example, and funerals, and new years eve.